The soul is the human place where madness and sanity coexist. Who doesn't need madness? We all do. Especially the child who learns for the first time--- do you remember when you found out?--- all the terrible things are true.
The answer for the child could be Jesus. That's how my mother comforted me. (Child: "O Mommy what can you do?")
Death's inevitability is calmed by one thing only: Lunacy. Lunacy is happy and lunacy is sweet, The soul marries sanity and madness. The soul is the priest of their arrangement, their bravery against sadness, the garden where they first meet.
Never underestimate what is happening in the soul, or how delicately sane and friendly madness can be. The house of sanity and madness is the primary necessity. She has grown a beard and lopped off her breasts and was infinitely patient with me in the store. Love is never quite how you felt before. It isn't the beard. Or the breasts. Or Jesus. Truth---in the soul---will hide. Love forever---must hide---forever--- in madness---asleep with love by her side.
